His eyes slowly admired her body like a king surveying his kingdom, his scorching gaze seemed to carry a fiery heat, making one restless and uneasy.
He patted the bed, signaling her with his eyes to get onto it.
Avery Jane's head was almost hanging down to her chest, her long hair partially covering her enticing body. She climbed onto the bed and lay down stiffly beside him.
"The way you tremble with fear is truly alluring." The man, his muscular body leaning closer, praised her beauty in a low voice.
"Can we turn off the lights?" Avery Jane pleaded like a desperate little animal, thinking if all this happened in darkness, she could later convince herself it was just a nightmare.
But at this moment, even with her eyes tightly shut, she could feel the warm amber light, a reminder that this was not a dream, none of it was a dream.
